At night, Gu Pan made black fungus with cured pork, assorted mushrooms with cured pork, sautéed dried scallops, stir-fried dried shrimp, vermicelli soup with dried vegetables, and a large pot of claypot rice with cured sausages containing corn kernels and hydrated vegetables.
The taste, for those who had survived the apocalypse for so long, truly made their mouths water.
The variety of dishes wasn't extensive, but each was plentiful, designed to let everyone eat their fill.
While cooking, Chen Fengzhou and Cheng Yang almost dived into the pot, not out of rudeness, but because they really couldn't control themselves; they even felt that not smelling the aroma would be a waste.
Cheng Yang and the others knew Gu Pan was skilled, but the flavor still astonished them.
As the dishes were served, one could hear Cheng Yang and Chen Fengzhou's stomachs rumbling; perhaps they weren't that hungry, but they really craved the food, their stomachs teased by the delicious smells.
